The sharp greatsword tore through the Dread Dragon Ursa's tough scales, sending scalding crimson blood spraying. With its wing injured in the attack, Ursa let out an enraged roar of pain, then beat its wings and flung Diluc straight off.
Diluc hurriedly adjusted his posture in midair, then calmly opened his Wind Glider. However, a Wind Glider could only be used to glide; it could not allow humans to truly fly freely.
As Diluc watched himself lose altitude, his eyes filled with frustration. Had such a perfect opportunity only allowed him to wound the Dread Dragon Ursa's wing?
Having suffered once, would Ursa give him another opportunity like this? If it kept circling high overhead, he could only take its attacks without fighting back. How would he avenge his father then?
Just then, Diluc glanced toward the roof of the Cathedral of Favonius and immediately spotted the Bard in a green cloak who often visited his tavern.
Without the slightest hesitation, Diluc shouted, "Every fine wine in the Dawn Winery's cellar is yours! I don't ask you to grant me the strength to defeat the Dread Dragon, only the ability to face it in battle!"
Diluc's valiant performance just now had naturally drawn many eyes throughout Mondstadt City. When he spoke those words in midair, many people were utterly bewildered. Who was he talking to?
Watching this from the roof of the Cathedral of Favonius, Barbatos finally showed a hint of a smile. He gently plucked a string.
A turquoise light flashed across Diluc's Wind Glider. In midair, Diluc suddenly realized that he was no longer losing altitude. Moreover, he seemed to have gained the ability to fly upward.
"It's a deal! I'll aid you with a thousand years of eternal wind, keeping you from falling. Now imagine that you